. well, much worse. The heroines and the hero did come through and save the day, and sometimes that’s the best that anyone can hope for. No, it was ...ot a perfect outcome, truth be told, but often it never is. Today, I think everyone would safely agree, the good news does outweigh the bad news and what was done was done for the best.” We all took another drink together to that sentiment.Blackwing and Laura took turns filling me in with the details, the good, the bad, and finally the ugly. By now, Chelsea would be back from her sleepover, and she likely freaked out over the changes in Mom, if nothing else. I just hoped that she didn’t stake Mom in anger or panic.Just then, my cell phone rang as Jessica and I took stock of our situation. It was Mom, of course. She was more than a little concerned, to put it mildly. We were supposed to be home some time ago ... or rather, I was. She didn’t know that I had turned Jessica, or rather Mrs. Cortez as she knew her. Boy was she in for. Turning back to Charles who was still sitting on the edge of the bed "Well come on then, after last night I simply must know what else there could possibly be!" she expressed with just a little bit more than mild enthusiasm."Well aren't you quite the morning person! I don't know if I would have recovered so quickly from that little ordeal you had there" Charles stated shaking his head wondering what he had gotten himself into by taking on this remodeling project. "Well, I suppose there is no. Mom wasn't ever physical with me, but, her tongue was like a two-edged sword. That sword often cut deep and could be painful. So our relationship for two years became less loving and more resentful as I fought back. My granddad and grandmother, on my dads side of the family, owned a mid-sized working cattle ranch in southeastern Arizona. Every summer my Aunt Emma's daughters and I would spend the summer there. The summer I turned 12, my Aunt Emma stayed at the ranch all summer because my Uncle.